I am gaudy on the table
A map of gutted stars
Tattered torn moth eaten heart
Bitten apple lips and a core of worms.
This is how I open up.
Tangled vine splitting hair
Strung up with barbed wire.
Strewn through with broken glass
Shattered crystal ball hands.
This is how I offer up.
I choke on ink and starved time
A baby faced betrayal burning in my eyes
As I spit up heavy dirty words
Fat stone heavy tongue.
This is how I conjure up.
Bones sifting dust and
Clattering a hollow rhythm
As I dance unstrung
Melting greased wax flesh.
Constance|2006
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